Dijun, your medical concubine has gone against the sky again

Chapter 192 Then You Die (1)

In the room, it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

There was a strange scent in the air.

Just inhaling a little bit makes people feel weak all over.

A strange feeling spread along his limbs, and soon, he was covered in cold sweat and sat down in the chair.

Not long after, Yi Yurou came out from behind the screen on the other side, glanced sideways at the white smoke rising from the incense burner, and had some weird smiles on her face.

This is a good thing she got specially, just a little bit will make this man hers tonight.

Normally, such indecent means would not even touch a single strand of Ye Yan's hair, but today is different.

Just like what Yunqian was worried about, his old injury had relapsed, and he was at his most vulnerable right now, without even one percent of his usual prestige.

With lotus steps moving lightly, Yi Yurou unbuttoned the blouse on her body, walked slowly to him and sat down, glanced at his face that was still like an ice sculpture, stretched out her hand, and supported him on her shoulder.

But at this moment, her wrist was held by a big cold palm, Yi Yurou was startled, and then smiled and snuggled towards him.

Ye Yan opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him was all blurred, he could only see the moving figure, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

He tentatively asked, "Xiao Qian?"

Yi Yurou was just astonished at his body temperature, which was lower than that of a corpse, when he heard him call this name, a hint of jealousy flashed across her delicate face, but she managed to hide it in the next moment.

"Yes, I am your Xiaoqian, Master Messenger, I will let the slave family serve you to sleep tonight."

She smiled coquettishly and snuggled up to him, but just as she was about to cling to him, the aura around Ye Yan's body suddenly became fierce, and with a sudden force in her hands, she was thrown away.

"roll!"

A cold word popped out from between his lips and teeth, Yi Yurou shivered from the cold, but when she came back to her senses, she gritted her teeth unwillingly.

"Master Messenger, the slave family is no worse than that woman, you..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and lost consciousness immediately.

The next moment, a bloody light flew over and threw her out of the open window.

In the room, Ye Yan's raised hand collapsed, and he fell powerlessly into the chair.

He inhaled a lot of incense powder, coupled with the onset of the injury, his whole body was alternately hot and cold, as if he was in a volcano and a glacier at the same time, he was extremely uncomfortable, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

After all, Yunqian was not at ease, and at this moment, the voice transmission came again: "Hey, are your injuries okay?"

Hearing her voice, Ye Yan regained consciousness a bit, but soon became confused again, and murmured: "Little girl, I miss you."

It was quiet there for a while, and Yun Qian's speechless voice came over: "...What stimulated you?"

Ye Yan endured the pain in his body, and laughed out in a joking and serious way: "I just miss you very much all of a sudden, and want to see you cry."

Yunqian has refused to talk to him.

She had no idea what was going on here, and simply listened to his words as jokes.

The two quarreled for a while, and Ye Yan asked her to rest, her tone was extremely flat, as if nothing had happened, and Yun Qian didn't care too much.

In the early morning of the next day, Yi Yurou woke up behind the rockery in the posthouse garden.

When she opened her eyes, she felt uncomfortable, and her clothes were messy, and there were some marks on her neck...

It was obvious what happened last night.

(End of this chapter)